Agradecimento a VidaAgradecimento a Vida4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Agradeço a Vida
por ter me feito uma mente desordenada
e um coração indomável
E me fazer ver
que viver é ser louco e apaixonado
FighterMy tongue is a weaponFighter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sharp as a blade
My mind is a tool
You best be afraid
I've practiced my skills
And mastered my arts
I dare you to attack me
I'll tear you apart
My love is my armor
My strength is my shield
In the past, you've won battles
But I've long since healed
So when we meet again I'll be ready
This time I will win
I'm ready to stand up
And bring out the fighter within
Xora Patrone - PrologueTitle: Xora Patrone - Prologue: Welcome to the MSV Dolus BiaXora Patrone - Prologue4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: All Original Characters - Xora Patrone(female human), Lyrik Castius(male turian), Josie Madeen(female human), Hal'Jurgar(male quarian), Tren and Kero(male krogans).
Prologue Welcome to the MSV Dolus Bia
My name is Captain Xora Lee Patrone. Some people refer to me as "Z," I don't know why. I think they are doing it to irritate me, which it usually does. A friend of mine asked me to start sharing my story. They said, "You should write a book about what happened. People will want to read it." Personally, I wanted to avoid it as much as possible. Yet here I am about to share the turning point in my life of choices, of defeat, and of love. There's a lot you need to know about me first - like my past, my ship, and my crew. But most importantly, I need to explain my burning hatred for biotics. So let's get started.
I was born on Decem
Skyrim - One Hour FinaleSkyrim - One Hour Finale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'The Finale' by Dawnweaver13
Good evening, ladies and lords, marquis and marchioness, baron and baroness, count and countess, their vassals, honored guests and members of the house, and of course the never still servants for without them our occasion in this special evening would not exist. We must express our gratitude for this once in a lifetime chance to deliver our stories and songs in front of venerable hosts. Now we remember telling most of you in your private holds the story of Dragon born and her trials against Alduin, how she fell from Akatosh' claim into Molag Bal's realm. Milord personally requested that we ought to continue such story…
To you, milord and lady, t'is story would be nothing but a tale to invigorate thine imagination. Yet to us, this tale is our reality. Therefore we must ask before we proceed, wo
Castiel's First ChristmasDean watched the snowflakes as they drifted by the brightly lit storefront windows. Families bustled to and fro rugged up to protect against the cold while their faces where glowing with cheer. In the distance he could hear a choir of voices ringing like silver bells. And about silver bells. Dean couldn't be sure exactly how long it was till Christmas, when an apocalypse is looming public holidays seem to loose their luster, but the level of decorations and gifts and cheery children passing his gaze suggested it wouldn't be long.Castiel's First Christmas5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Somewhere in his heart of hearts he knew he should be lamenting the fact that all the yule tide glee wasn't even touching him. Somehow he just couldn't bring himself to care. That's why he was sitting on a park bench waiting silently with an empty expression while the world jingled around him. That's why when Sam got up from the same park bench to go inside Dean didn't follow. He simply sat letting the white gather around him like a coat.
He felt a flutter of
Five ElementsFive ElementsFive Elements8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I call upon Air,
Father of knowledge and health,
Hear my whispered plea.
I call upon Earth,
Mother of balance and grace,
Send me all your strength.
I call upon Fire,
Father of energy and powr,
Shed light to the way.
I call to Water
Mother of tranquility,
Fill me with your luck.
We call the Spirit,
Who's power lies within us,
Protect your children.
My sweet Angels and DemonsMy sweet Angels and Demons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here i lay
Within my own pool of bloody rose
With Angels and demons soaring about.
Chain to the earth i struggle to get free.
Cursed to be the fallen one.
I cry invisible tears.
Darkness swollowed me whole.
I cry out,burning with passion and pain.
I want to be with them
Tainted but yet so pure.
The curse of the fallen one
Longing to be with them.
Oh sweet darkness...Bring me up there
Curled up in pain....
My skin..Scarred..from the past..
So here i lay..Watching them
Here i lay
Look at all the pretty Angels and demons....
The Betrayal - Chapter 1The Betrayal - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"David", my father roars as I try to sneak past his watchful gaze towards my place at Indicative table.
"Yes, fat-t-ther" I stutter as he stares me down with his spiraling golden eyes.
I instinctively bow, hoping that he will simply soften, as I am making myself lower than him. Instead he says something completely unexpected, that makes me freeze and hold my breath, waiting for a punch line. But, no I'm not granted such mercy.
"Your time has come" he states, with power radiating from his voice. All around, silence befalls. "Bu-u-t" I once again stutter, my voice sounding feeble.
"Noooo!!" I hear someone yell.
"Julius, you cannot do such a thing, I will not allow it."
Raising my head, I see it is my radiant mother -who has spoken out of turn- still glowing from her transformation. She runs to me, terror in her liquid turquoise eyes, her long silver hair falling over my shoulder as she eloped me in a hug.
My shoulders shake as the full extent of what my father has said com
Paved with good IntentionsPaved with good Intentions5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a trap since the beginning. She had felt it, but being among strangers she had not been sure they would have listened to her advice. Besides which, time being of the essence, they could spare no delay due to doubt.
Now standing in the midst of mountains of grain they were surrounded by creatures out of some nightmarish Ustalavian folktale, gaunt, skeletal men; their eyes burning with blue fire and their bodies shrouded in black cloth; armed with wicked scythes of clear keleshite design. A dark fog clouded the air and stole the sound from around them. The creatures' numbers doubled their own.
Jordan found it ironic that she had to travel so far from Canterwell, alla the way to Absalom in order to confront her first undead, but as she drew her longsword she decided that she wouldn't allow them to be her last.
Soul Mate Do you believe in marrying who you want?Soul Mate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's okay, our society doesn't either.
Once upon a time we followed that standard. Back then, America was a time of tragedy. I know because my grandfather tells me so. People used to choose who they ended up with. Can you believe that?
I can't even begin to understand how a world like that could function. It could have been the kid down the road or even your old History teacher. It didn't matter – you could marry them so long as you had the right legal documents.
My grandfather says that he was among the last to choose his soul mate. Just before the fourth world war, he married my grandmother. Unfortunately, that war led to their inevitable divorce (that existed then, too). That's what started the system we have now.
Our eighth fir
Dark Souls: Before the BeginningThere was a time once.Dark Souls: Before the Beginning2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anor Londo. The city of the very gods themselves. The grand capital of Lordran, home of the Lords.
There was a time, when those who wished to even set foot in this great city had to prove themselves vigorously, whether battling and defeating their peers in the battles of Stoicism, or going on a pilgrimage through the fortress of Sen, to confront Snake men, demons made of titanite, and also a giant golem made purely from iron, rumoured to have a core made from an ancient dragon.
There was a time, when despite the legends and myths behind it, every human that set foot in Anor Londo all agreed that every story was in fact an understatement. Returning champions would talk of giant soldiers, fully clad in brass armour, wielding brass shields and halberds charged with lightning. They talked of marble cathedrals and keeps, a giant painting guarded by white robed blade masters. They would talk of the Silver Knights, the chosen warriors of Gwyn, armed with a w
The end of the war - ShikaInoThe end of the war (ShikaIno version)The end of the war - ShikaIno4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All of a sudden it became quiet. You heard nothing at all. Overwhelming laid the silence above the whole area and above the people, who had fought against each other here. Some had already lost their lifes, other just stand barely on their own legs, and others again were patched up or wrestled for their lifes.
No one dared to breath or to make a sound, til the knowledge overcame them that this war was finally over. They had managed it, they had won against the enemy, who seemed so strong and invincible.
The wind blew over the landscape, raised up the dust from the ground and carried it away, just how it also took the silence away.
The first persons started to stir, the joy of victory was clearly seen on their faces, even though deep down in their hearts they felt sorrow for the dead soldiers, but in the moment the feeling of joy overwighed it.
It was finally over. They all could breath again.
From now on there would be a time of peace. Those
62 Ways To Annoy JarlaxleDeep in the drow city of Menzoberranzan a shadow was making its way cautiously around the exterior of a large house which -curiously- had mushrooms planted around it. The shadow approached one of the mushrooms and due to a sudden random impulse gave it a poke.62 Ways To Annoy Jarlaxle8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! yelled the mushroom.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! screamed the shadow.
INTRUDER!!! yelled the mushroom.
RUN AWAY!!! screamed the shadow, and away it ran.
Not long after a group of guards had assembled around the mushroom.
Whered the intruder go?
How do you expect me to know?
Well you are a great and powerful wizard.
Are you insulting me warrior scum?!?
SCUM! HAVE AT YOU, YOU COWARD!
As the fighting broke out among the guards one very small drow, just fresh from the academy noticed an impression in the ground. Peering at it he thought it could possibly be a footprint, then again he didnt know many people
Bag Of DreamsI once knew a boyBag Of Dreams2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And while he slept on the ground
I made not a sound
While I approached the burlap sack,
I made small tear
So some dreams
Could escape, if they dare.
I just wanted to help
That bag was too heavy
For any boy to wear.
I knew this
This I did.
So when he awoke
And started to choke
As he realized
That his dreams were gone
They had long since died,
Twas the Night - Drow RemixTwas the night before Christmas in this Underdark taleTwas the Night - Drow Remix8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Not a drow wasn't plotting and their plans could not fail
Each had their agenda for this Christmas Eve night
Though rest assured good readers there WILL be a fight
The drow had a plan to capture Saint Nick
To keep all the toys since they're all little pricks
If Santa would continue to bring them coal every year
Then it was time for this fat man to know some drow fear
Drow: We shall destroy Christmas for one and for all!
Drow 2: And with this the hearts of youths shall fall
Drow 3: Their hero, this Santa, will be dead in no time
Drow 4: Anyone else know why we're speaking in rhyme?
Know well this vile plan did not go without knowledge
Since Rain had been traveling to his Underdark cottage
Misery: I cant believe you have a cottage way down here
Rain: But killing drow fills Rain with such cheer ^_^
Misery: So you say drow plan to kill Christmas, t
Fallen AngelHow can you pick others up,Fallen Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you don't know how to fall?
How can you break the barrier,
how could you crack that infernal wall?
How can you give them hope,
if you haven't experienced despair?
If you've never been selfish,
how can you try to share?
How can you come to their aid,
answer their desperate call?
How can you pick others up,
if you don't know how to fall?
Take It Off--yaoi "Do you ever take that thing off?" he asked me once, tugging the sleeve of my old orange sweatshirt. I'd been told before that it was an eyesore, but he had never mentioned it. I wondered why he chose now, a normal day of video games and pizza, to ask.Take It Off--yaoi7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's true that I wore it every day. I mean, don't get me wrong. It was clean. I washed it all the time. I just liked it, was all. "You should know," I retorted after a moment. After all, this guy, Nathan, was my best friend. I was sure I had... well... maybe I hadn't taken it off in front of him before. To be honest, I hadn't even thought about it until now.
"Well, I just don't think I've ever seen you without it. Even in summer." Was that a problem? I thought not.
"I'm attatched." I crossed my arms and pouted my lips in a childish display. He was used to this kind of thing from me by now.
He smiled one of those Nathan-
Britain is greater than USA50 Reasons why Britain is better than AmericaBritain is greater than USA10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1-Britain has a 'Great' in front of it's name, America doesn't.
3-British comedy, not only is it generally funnier, but it doesn't suffer from the curse of overly sentimental mushy gushy moralistic endings and characters
4-You can't get a decent cup of tea in America
5-The Full English Breakfast, 'nuff said
6-Britons have a greater grasp of sarcasm, irony and self-deprecating humour
8-America as it is wouldn't even exist if it weren't for Britain
10-London, with all its shoe-shines and delightfully cheeky cockney chimney-sweeps
12-The phrase "that's just not cricket!"
13-The traditional British pub
14-The unpredictable weather, which keeps things interesting
15-Every great villain in anything ever has been British
17-Driving on the right side of the road, by which I mean the left
18-The Loch Ness monster
19-We have lovable Irishmen, Welshmen with…their…err shee
You're going to die ...I am not usually prone to this but I am going to give you some advice so pay attention. This will likely never happen again. The first word of advice to pass down is never have a staring contest with a Medusa. Yes, I would imagine that to be a no brainer but for those of you out there who are reading this but only BARELY able to decipher what each word means, I decided to to throw in that one. OH! And when someone shouts DUCK and you start looking around for some flying bird that goes quack, your death is WELL deserved. Anyway, lets move past those pieces of advice and move onto something a bit more useful to those of us who do NOT start every morning waking up and muttering their first words of what super hero do I want to pretend to be today! (Those of you who DO this and jump off your roof in blue spandex ALSO deserve your deaths based on principle alone).You're going to die ...8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You are going to die.